The Mirror
Alone,
alone,
just
the mirror and me.
Alone,
alone,
just
what I see and me.
Alone,
alone,
though
I can hear voices from afar,
I
cannot break the stare
of
the boy I see there.
The
voices surround, but I can't let them in.
the
only voice near, is hers at the door,
I
want it to open, I know there's a crack,
in
the
door to myself, which is under attack.
I
try and try, but the door will not budge,
it's
him in the mirror, he's holding a grudge.
The
voice echoes off, still trying to help.
And
I'm left alone, just him and me,
with
a coy little smile, he turns the glass black.
I'm
left there alone, alone in the dark.
-Deneb
